HOW OLD MY SOUL?

 

 Beyond this realm, I seem to see
And reach to touch forgotten years.
How old my soul, it seems to be,
As if it lived in other spheres.

 Fragments seep beyond the veil;
Forgotten wisdom of long ago.
Like a candle with a far off flame;
I seem to see it faintly glow.

 Old music connects within my heart
As if it were a part of me.
Is it my soul, the words remembered,
That draws me to its melody?

 What in the past that keeps it sad;
In this melancholy state of malaise.
This state of sorrow that seems to linger;
Upon the soul so heavily weighs.